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Sky to Gold	By : BlackberryPatch Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male > Treize/Zechs Views: 3801 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
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6

Zechs sighed as he threw himself down on the bed, relaxing in the first moment he'd had to himself all day. They wouldn't leave him alone, afraid he'd disappear again...

He rolled over on the bed, onto his stomach, and looked around the room. It was his room. Had been his room. He rose from the enormous bed and went to the desk, a child's desk, and picked up the framed photograph sitting there. It was small, his hand seemed to engulf it, as he looked at the pair of children looking back out at him from behind the glass. A girl, her dark blonde hair pulled up, out of her face. A boy, his brilliant blue eyes laughing at something.
Zechs hurriedly put the frame down. He went to the bed quickly and picked up his cloak from where he'd dropped it, and left the room. This was not his room. Not any more. He was no longer the boy who had lived there.
He almost ran over Lucrezia standing waiting for him in the hall. She took one look at him and said, "Come with me."
He didn't question. He followed her. Even before, when he'd never listened to anyone, he'd listened to Noin.
She lead him through the palace, through the gardens, to the orchard, to the tree in the corner that only gave sour apples; to the place where he had first met her years ago.
He put his hands on the rough bark of the tree and breathed in the scent of earth and life. "This old thing's still here? I thought they would have cut it down long ago."
"I wouldn't let them."
He looked at her. The sun was setting just beyond the orchard wall, and it cast red shadows in her black hair. "Lucrezia." He wanted to say he was sorry, but Treize's words kept ringing in his head- It's not your fault.
But he could talk to Noin. Hadn't they always been able to talk? Ten years... a lifetime ago. "Lu," he started, but she held up a hand.
"Don't try." She looked at him, looked up from where she'd been tracing patterns in the bark of the tree. "Don't try to pretend you're the same- that nothing's happened. I saw you doing it for them, and they needed it but I don't." She took a step toward him. "Be Zechs."
He took a deep breath, and when he let it out it was almost a sob. He gripped the tree, holding onto it as if it was the last lifeline to sanity. "I never thought I would come back here. I never thought I would get out. I... I don't know why I fought so hard to stay alive, if I never thought I would ever leave... I wanted to leave, but I never thought I would make it. I ran away five times before I found Treize. Five times, and they always brought me back, but then..." He closed his eyes. "Treize gave me something. I barely recognize it I hadn't seen it in so long. He gave me hope." Zechs looked at Noin. "He said he would help me. Give me whatever I wanted. God, Lu, I didn't even know what to say to him. He scared me, at first, still does a bit I suppose." His eyes were distant, and a smile played around his lips. "He knows what he wants, he's so sure of himself, oh Lu..." He trailed off, then looked at her. "I guess I thought he was too good to be true. That he would leave..." Zechs frowned slightly. "I guess he has, in a way."
"He's in the guardhouse, under arrest," Noin said mildly.
"What?" Zechs' eyes went wide in astonishment, then narrowed. "What did he do?"
"Abducted, enslaved, and tortured you," she replied.
"What!?" Zechs repeated. "No!" He shook his head vehemently. "No! Lu, He didn't... You don't believe that do you?"
She looked at him carefully. "No," she said. After a moment's pause, she explained. "He didn't know your name." Zechs frowned at her in confusion, and she elaborated. "The one who would have abducted you, would have known you by your name- Milliardo. Treize thinks of you as Zechs."
Zechs nodded, the looked at her sharply. "When did you talk to him?" His eyes flew wide as he suddenly realized what Noin had said he stood accused of, and where she said he was at the moment. "What have you done to him? Oh god, Treize!" Zechs turned away and set out at a dead run for the guardhouse.
Noin tackled him, bringing them both down on the soft ground. "Relax! He's all right. I interrupted some enlisted men about to teach him a lesson with a bottle and hid him in my office. No one goes in there without my permission." She pushed herself onto her hands and knees and moved over to sit next to Zechs. "He's fine just waiting, so talk to me."
Zechs sat up too, and when he looked up their faces were inches apart. "Lu," he said hoarsely. "I..." He touched her cheek. "I know you... you thought we... we were going to..."
She smiled at him and reached up herself to pat his cheek. "Lio," she said, "I was nine. Of course I wanted to marry a prince. Doesn't everyone? I loved you; still do. You were my best friend in the world. But Lio..." She smiled awkwardly. "I never wanted to sleep with you."
They sat there for a long minute, taking each other in. "Well," Zechs said. "That's one load off my back. I thought you were going to be mad at me."
"For getting abducted and falling in love? Though," she scowled, "I'd love to get my hands on the shit who thought that making you a slave was a good idea. Apparently, your Treize beat me to it."
"What?" Zechs looked at her, puzzled. "He said that?"
"Yeah," Noin responded. "Why? Didn't he? Cause even if he didn't steal you away, murder's no light charge."
Zechs shook his head. "No. It was me. I killed him."
Noin's eyes were piercing as she looked at him. "Lio, I know you love him, but you can't take the fall for him. Even you... though in the circumstances..." she trailed off, deep in thought.
"No," Zechs put a hand to her cheek to catch her attention. "I killed Dermail." He took a deep breath. "With a table knife. Treize lied about it; because I was a slave they'd kill me, so he said it was him. I didn't think he'd still be saying that, now that I..." He took another breath and turned his head to look over the palace, glittering in the last shreds of sunlight.
"Well, he's still saying it." She frowned. "Maybe he's the one I should give my 'don't take the fall' speech to."
Zechs laughed. It felt good; like old times, him and Lu hiding in the orchard.
"So." Noin glanced at him, a sparkle in her eye. "Since I wasn't ever planning on sleeping with you, aren't you the least bit interested in who I'm seeing?"
"Seeing as you already know about me, it's only fair that you tell," he responded.
She grinned. "She's a colonel, in the house guard."
Zechs' eyes widened. "Well. Congratulations." Noin's grin became infectious, and he felt his mouth spreading in the unfamiliar shape. He thought of Treize. Perhaps not so unfamiliar...
"Well that does it," Noin said as she stood. "I can tell you're thinking about him, and we seem to have cleared up the main issue lying between us, so..." Zechs smiled up at her, an overdone expression of hopefulness on his face. "God, you look like a puppy," she complained. "Fine! I'll take you to him!"
Leaping to his feet, Zechs picked her up bodily and swung her around. Yelping in surprise, Noin smacked him playfully in the head to tell him to let her down. He lowered her body, slowly, all along his until their faces were almost touching. He hovered over her mouth, looking into her eyes. Even at nine he'd understood his place in the world; that he would marry and his wife would be the queen when he was king. A rebellious child, he'd picked Noin- his friend- over any of the girls in the court. He'd vaguely understood what the process of having children entailed, and he'd thought that Noin loved him; that Noin would want that. But now as he looked into her eyes there was nothing, no shred or trace, to tell him that that was indeed what she wanted. In fact...
She leaned toward him and whispered in his ear, "You know the Crimson Room in the East Wing?"
His eyes widened. He remembered it as being one of the finest of the guest rooms in the palace. "Yes."
She pulled back and grinned at him. "It's open. I thought I'd put your Duke there." She touched the tip of his nose. "If you don't want him in your room, that is."
Zechs smiled at her and set her on her feet. She took his arm in hers and led the way to her office. "Thanks Lu," he said. "I think we'll both stay there. I don't want to stay in my room." He frowned.
She squeezed his arm encouragingly.
He grinned at her. "So, tell me about the Colonel." She swatted his arm, but complied with a smile on her face.

--

It took Noin a moment to find the key to her office on the ring of them she had, and Zechs' impatience beside her didn't help. But she unlocked and opened the door, and Zechs pushed past her to go in.

"Treize?" he called, urgently. The room was dark until Noin, beside the door, lit a candle. Its light revealed Treize seated in Noin's chair; he blinked at them and his clothes were rumpled as if he had been sleeping in them.
Zechs' heart caught in his throat when he looked at Treize. The older man met his eyes easily and when he did he said, "Hello." He hesitated slightly, and added, "Milliardo." Zechs thought that he had never heard that name sound so beautiful. Treize stood and came around the desk to kneel before Zechs. "My prince," he said.
Zechs reached out a trembling hand and touched Treize's hair. "Rise," he said hoarsely, and as Treize stood in front of him, Zechs let his hand slide down from his hair, down across his face, until his thumb rested against the man's lips. Treize glanced at Noin and then back at Zechs, a question, or a warning, in his eyes. Zechs didn't care about Noin, not right now. He leaned forward, sliding his hand back into Treize's hair, and touched his lips against the other man's questioningly.
Treize leaned forward, into the contact, eagerly. But when they broke the kiss, he glanced again at Noin and said in a soft voice, "I thought that... you two..."
"No," Zechs said in the same soft voice, almost before Treize could finish speaking. "No." He raised his voice and stepped back to take her hand. "Captain Lucrezia Noin, Duke Treize Kushrenada. Lu is, was, my best friend." He didn't say what Treize was to him. He figured it was obvious, and he reached out to take Treize's hand. "Come."
He felt Treize's fingers twine with his as Treize followed him out of the guardhouse up to the palace. Zechs lead him through the halls with their arched doorways and vaulted ceilings, pausing to summon a page and request food to be sent to their room. He'd missed dinner talking with Noin, and he suspected Treize hadn't eaten all day.
He paused before a set of double doors and smiled at Treize. "This is your room, for tonight."
Treize eyed the doors. "It looks much bigger than the one I was expecting," he said, eyebrow raised sardonically.
Zechs smirked and threw the doors open.
The room was dark; the sun had set, the moon had yet to rise. And the main problem, Zechs saw, was that the curtains were pulled shut. Slipping into the room, he moved by memory through it until he came to the far wall and pulled on the rope that lifted the heavy brocade curtains from the window. More like door; the far wall was almost completely filled with another set of huge double doors, this time of wrought iron and glass panes that when opened lead out onto the balcony.
Zechs opened the doors and stepped out. Soft starlight fell over him; the same filtered in and outlined the room behind him. A canopied bed filled the majority of the space while a pair of wardrobes and accompanying dressing tables as well as a sitting table and a pair of chairs occupied the rest of the room. There were two other doors to the room that they had not explored yet; Zechs knew that one lead to a common sitting room shared between this bedroom and the next one over, and the other lead to a bathing room.
Treize came up behind him and moved past him to the edge of the balcony to take in the view. Zechs came up beside him and together they looked out over the palace grounds and further, over the city that spread around the palace, where many lights flickered as the people celebrated their prince's return. Zechs didn't know what they thought; his father had told him that they had thought he was dead, and had told the country so. So now, here he was, back from the dead, and expected to take up right where he'd left off.
Zechs turned away from the view abruptly, but Treize's voice called him back.
"Milliardo," he said softly.
Zechs turned to look at him, but Treize's eyes were still turned toward the people below them, and Zechs said, almost bitterly, "That's not my name. Not anymore."
Treize looked at him, and Zechs wanted to fall into those eyes, and fall forever. Treize was so confident, so certain...
"I can see why you felt that you were no longer fit for this life," Treize said. His voice carried easily in the still night. "But I think, perhaps, you are more fit than you were before. Does not your experience help you to govern your people more justly?"
"I..." Zechs had never thought of that. "I suppose it would. But..." He turned away from Treize, gripped the railing of the balcony harshly. "But it would take a stronger man than I to be able to make use of such experiences." He raised his head, looking at the stars instead of the people- the stars that had no kings. "I spoke with my father. I told him that I don't want it. Relena can keep it. She'll be a much better ruler than I would."
"You are strong."
Zechs looked up sharply at Treize's words and almost laughed. "Me? No. I've been three steps from falling apart for the last ten years, and even before that I was never any good at governing people. I don't have the patience for it."
Treize did not appear to hear his words. He stepped forward and took Zechs by the arm. "You, Milliardo, are strong." And he touched Zechs' face softly and said, as he had not that long ago, "You don't believe me."
Zechs' breathing quickened as he leaned into that touch. "No," he breathed, his eyes full of doubt. "I can't." Treize's hands cupped his face and Zechs rested against them, breathing in slowly, letting his eyes drift closed as he took in the scent of the man next to him. Fingers stroked his cheeks, his temples, brushing back his hair.
"Oh Milliardo," Treize whispered.
"That's not my name," Zechs whispered back, but without any force to his denial and when he looked up he saw Treize's eyes narrowed at him. He sighed. "All right. I suppose... it is. I just... I can't remember what it was like. To be called that. Not without..." and he flinched.
Treize kissed him. "Shhh," he murmured against Zechs' lips. "Slowly, slowly. You'll remember, but not all at once." He smiled. "That was the first step. Your first victory."
Zechs smiled back. It was, he thought. Milliardo was always what Dorothy had called him, when they were alone together; he'd come to associate that name with pain- with shame. He'd barely been able to look at his father all day, full as he was of the things he'd done- the things that had been done to him.
"You knew," he said to Treize, wonderingly. "How did you know?"
"I've had not a lot to do all day but think." He grinned at Zechs. "And I guessed a little."
Zechs hit him on the arm in mock anger, then pulled the other man close against him. "Treize," he murmured against his ear. Now, he thought, Now I'll say it...
There was a knock at the door to the room and it opened to reveal a page with a tray full of food. The young man didn't see the pair on the balcony at first and looked around him puzzled.
Zechs gritted his teeth. Dammit. Not again... Treize turned toward the smell of food, but Zechs grabbed his arm and, kissing him fiercely, said, "I love you." He closed his eyes and rested his head on Treize's shoulder, adding, "Don't leave me. I couldn't... I don't know what I'd do if you left."
They stood that way for what seemed like forever to Zechs' beating heart, but was really only a matter of seconds. Then Treize's arms came up around him and Treize's lips were on his hair and Treize's voice was saying, "And whyever would I want to do something like that?"
Zechs smiled, content for what was probably the first time since he'd learned the meaning of the word.

--

He watched the moon. It was huge tonight, full but for some reason even bigger than he remembered it being. He supposed that was because this was the first time in ten years he'd really looked at it, and not from behind a barred window.
Treize was in the bathing room, removing the stress of the day. A fire flickered animatedly in the hearth along the side wall lending light as well as warmth to the night, and casting red shadows all through the room that well deserved its name. They'd eaten already; the food had been delicious- the first real food all day for either of them. And now here he was watching the moon...
"Milliardo," a voice said behind him. He turned and looked at Treize, still damp from his bath and wrapped in a robe.
"Say it again," he whispered.
"Milliardo," Treize repeated as he came up to the man standing by the window and touched his arm. "Milliardo."
"Milliardo," the man repeated. "That's my name." He took a deep breath.
Treize smiled as he took Milliardo's face in his hands. "You are Milliardo." He kissed him on the forehead. "And you are beautiful." Another kiss, on the lips.
Milliardo blushed, ducking his head down so that his hair fell over his face, but Treize took him by the chin and raised his face so that the older man could observe it in the dancing firelight. "Beautiful," he repeated.
"You're one to talk," Milliardo shot back at him, and Treize smiled at him approvingly when he reached out a hand to trace the line of the robe that Treize wore.
His eyes narrowed in amusement, Milliardo pushed Treize to the side and then shoved him backwards so that he fell on the bed. Before he could rise, Milliardo was crouched over him kissing him forcefully. Treize's hands came up and twined in Milliardo's hair, pulling the younger man closer to him. The sheets of the bed were dark red, and Milliardo kicked them aside as they got in his way, kicking off his shoes as well as he crawled further into the enormous bed, Treize's body warm underneath him.
Breaking off a kiss to catch a breath, he paused a moment and just looked down at Treize. Extending a finger, Milliardo traced the lines of his lover's face, letting the finger travel down Treize's neck and along the edge of his robe, pushing the robe open as he explored. Treize lay still beneath him, until Milliardo's hand stopped, resting flat on Treize's stomach. The older man raised a hand to touch Milliardo's face, his fingers going back into Milliardo's hair. "What is it?" he asked.
Milliardo shook his head slightly, dismissing what he was thinking, but Treize's fingers tightened in his hair. He remembered Treize's words- Don't lie to me... He leaned forward and kissed Treize's throat, feeling the life, the warmth of the man under his lips. "I want you to stay," he said, "but not because you feel that you have to." He looked Treize in the eye. "Stay for me, not for your prince."
Treize smiled softly, secretly. "I loved you before I knew you were a prince," he said, propping himself up on his elbows and kissing Milliardo. "When I thought you were impudent for challenging me."
Milliardo evaded another kiss. "And now?" he said, his eyes serious. "I lied to you."
"Milliardo," Treize said, and the younger man shivered at the sound of his name on Treize's lips. "You had no reason to trust me with such a secret. After what you had experienced, I feel flattered that you gave me as much as you did." He twined a couple strands of Milliardo's golden hair around his fingers. "You said it yourself. The past is a shadow." Blue eyes met blue eyes. "Let's not let it darken the golden future you spoke of."
Their lips met, but Milliardo wasn't finished. "It will take time, as you said." He searched Treize's face, as if he wasn't sure that the other man fully understood the importance of what he was trying to say. "And it will be difficult. But... with your help, I think I can do it." He swallowed. "Just keep reminding me."
"Oh Milliardo," Treize murmured against his lips then pulled the younger man down beside him. "I'll stay, with you. For you. I'll help you rebuild, help you reconcile your life of before with what you have now. And you will be even stronger for it."
He lay for a long time in Treize's arms, feeling the warmth of the other man surround him. But soon his joy could not let him be still, and his hands were on Treize's body, pushing the soft robe away as he trailed kisses across his stomach. Treize growled softly and rolled over on top of Milliardo, his hands clasped with the prince's kept them pinned down beside his head.
Milliardo arched his back, bringing his body up and in contact with Treize's. He moaned lustily and threw his head back. The motion caused his hair to shimmer all around his head and exposed his neck; Treize couldn't resist, as he'd known the man wouldn't be able to. He grinned as he felt Treize's lips on his throat and the man's hands release his to busily unbutton the loose shirt Milliardo wore and push it away from his skin. Treize's lips fluttered all across his chest and stomach, causing the fire of desire within him to grow. Milliardo tried to sit up, to pull the shirt off completely, but Treize pushed him back down after pulling the garment off Milliardo's back himself and up over his raised arms.
To Milliardo's surprise, Treize stopped while the sleeves of the shirt were still caught around the prince's wrists and twisted the garment into a knot which he temporarily secured to one of the posts that supported the canopy. His hands trapped, Milliardo tensed momentarily, struggling against the restraint, but Treize breathed on his face, "Shh, love."
He relaxed. Treize wouldn't hurt him. He trusted Treize. A hard tug with one wrist assured him that he could free himself if he should choose. Not that he had a lot of time to sit and think about it; he'd barely adjusted himself to his new position when Treize whipped his pants off. Completely exposed, he looked up at Treize, hunger in his eyes. Treize knelt over him and shed his robe, the only clothing he wore. He leaned forward, his weight on one hand while the other ghosted over Milliardo's body, along his leg, up across his stomach to his chest, and following the length of his arm up over his head.
Milliardo's eyes drifted shut as he mentally followed the touch, but when it left him his eyes snapped open. He looked up at Treize only to see the man grinning as he pulled something out from among the rumpled sheets that the pair had pushed to the side of them. The pillows were goose down, and the feather Treize had trapped between his fingers was an escapee. It was no longer that Treize's thumb, but the barbs waved loosely in the air and as he lowered it and brushed it over Milliardo's stomach the prince's skin shuddered and twitched. Treize grinned.
The feather touched every inch of Milliardo's skin, working from less sensitive areas to more sensitive ones then darting back out before Milliardo could do anything more than gasp. He shuddered and moaned under the assault, his hands gripping tightly at the post they were allegedly bound to as his body writhed in its effort to avoid the teasing feather.
After what felt like an eternity, the feather retreated, leaving Milliardo gasping for breath as he relaxed. His head was tilted back, his eyes closed, but he felt Treize's lips soft against his stomach. Without looking, he reached a hand down and ran it through Treize's hair. Treize chuckled quietly to see that Milliardo had freed himself from his supposed bonds, and without warning Milliardo seized him and reversed their positions, himself kneeling over Treize with the older man's hands trapped in his grasp, just above Treize's head. He looked down into Treize's eyes and saw in that approving gaze that they understood each other; just as he shouldn't be afraid to take initiative, Milliardo shouldn't be afraid to submit. In either scenario, he placed his trust in Treize, as Treize placed his own trust in Milliardo. Milliardo did trust him. He opened his mouth, to vocalize the sentiment, but shut it again, deciding that actions spoke louder.
Treize rolled them over again and impatiently kissed his way down Milliardo's chest and stomach until he could take the younger man's hardening length in his mouth. Milliardo moaned under his ministrations, but he trailed fingers along the side of Treize's face until the older man looked at him and Milliardo guided his attention elsewhere.
"Not tonight," he said, spreading his legs slightly and bending one up to rub his knee against the outside of Treize's hip. "I want to hear you."
Treize smiled in understanding and whispered, "Milliardo," before he again kissed the man beneath him.
Milliardo shivered. Yes, he needed Treize to talk to him, or else he was going to forget...
"Milliardo," Treize said sharply, and the prince nodded fiercely, twining his fingers together behind Treize's head and holding his face close as he memorized the way Treize's lips formed that word, his name. "Milliardo," Treize said again, holding the younger man's gaze as he slowly, deliberately licked two fingers and lowered them, inserting them in Milliardo's body.
His eyes slid shut as he focused on feeling that touch inside of him and hearing the voice that whispered "Milliardo," and soon those fingers found that spot that they had been to before and his world exploded around that word in his ear. Pleasure surrounded him, filling him, fingers touching inside him, a hand outside brushing over his length, lips and teeth on his nipples pausing only momentarily to murmur a word, "Milliardo," that was a puff of breath over the sensitive skin that caused him to shiver.
Soon something larger than fingers found its way inside of him and he moaned at the feeling of fullness it gave him. He reached his legs up to wrap them around Treize's waist and pull the man closer against him.
"Milliardo." Treize's lips were next to his ear and, eyes still closed, he turned toward the sound and pressed his own lips against the side of Treize's neck.
They lay like that for a long minute, Treize's breathing harsh in Milliardo's ear, the pulse of his blood strong under Milliardo's lips. Then Treize moved, rocking slowly against Milliardo's body, continuing the motion smoothly. Thinking stopped; Milliardo just moved with Treize, just breathed. His hands were on the other man's shoulders, and he could feel his own body responding to Treize's touch. He could feel his mind responding to Treize's voice as it ghosted over his face and his lips and incessantly whispered one word, over and over like a prayer. And each time Milliardo heard that word, it took on another meaning; something deeper. Something even less definable than the meaning it had had only moments before.
"Milliardo," he heard again, and he gasped, and his back arched as his body was filled with pleasure, and suddenly he knew something else- something more- about the man whose name that was. Something more about himself.
And something he knew about himself was that he wanted to hear this man, who knelt over him and touched him with strong, sure fingers, saying his name for the rest of his life. Milliardo rolled them over and gazed down at Treize's face, bright with passion in the moonlight and the dancing firelight, and thrust himself down against Treize inside of him. Treize groaned in pleasure, his fingers tightening reflexively in the light grip they held on Milliardo's upper arms. Milliardo did it again, leaning down to kiss the man beneath him as he did so.
He felt Treize's hands released their hold on his arms; one danced teasingly up over his collarbone, up his neck, and behind his head to tangle itself in his hair while the other trailed fingers lightly down over his chest, down further to wrap them firmly around his hardened length. He shivered at the touch and thrust against the hand, causing a strangely pleasurable chain reaction of sensations. His sensitive length was pressed against the hand and the motion of his body pressed Treize inside of him against him so hard that he could only gasp in surprise and pleasure, and immediately repeat the action.
A fire was growing in him; in the pit of his stomach, and all over his skin. Treize groaned and pulled Milliardo's face down close to his and Milliardo lost himself in the motion of thrusting against Treize's hand, kissing Treize's lips, his eyelids, his cheeks, listening to Treize's voice as he gasped out "Milliardo," in wonder and ecstasy. He lost himself, going faster and faster, until the blaze grew too hot, and his skin was on fire, and he thought he screamed as he spilled his seed over Treize's hand.
Beneath him, Treize stiffened, his other hand clutching at Milliardo's hair, his neck arching back as his mouth opened in a silent cry and he came, deep inside of Milliardo's body.
Milliardo sighed, his breath leaving his body in a long exhalation of contentment, as he lowered himself down on top of Treize, resting his head on the other man's chest so that his heart was beating under Milliardo's ear; Treize's hand at the back of Milliardo's head moving to stroke down his back and coming back up to repeat the motion.
"Milliardo," he said, and the prince heard the sound of his name under his ear before it ever touched the air, and when it was on the air he breathed it in, taking it into himself.
"Treize," he responded, and, turning his head to smile up at him, said, "Thank you."
Treize laughed outright and, throwing his arms around the younger man, held him close. "No, my dear Milliardo, thank you." His eyes were bright as he touched the prince's cheek. "Thank you. I have never felt this wonderful." He hid his face against Milliardo's throat. "Never, my love. My Milliardo."
Milliardo smiled. Slowly, he separated his body from Treize's and lay himself down on the sheets beside his lover, reaching to pull the top sheet over them. He lay on his side, turned toward Treize, and Treize turned toward him, and Treize's arms went around him and he settled against the other man's body as comfortably as if this was how they had slept every day, all the years of their lives.

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